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I didn't believe I didn't get down on my knees My arms was not held out wide asking him to come inside For my life was filled with sin and I didn't want to give in Then one day I woke up and I didn't know were I was The bed was not soft there was a concrete floor The walls were brick and a big metal door
Brill, praying to get out of that cell - most of us do the same!